Chapter 22

As Dahlia storms into the room, she screams, “How the hell have you been talking to people?” I laugh, “Nobody has been here. I talk to people in my sleep. Why?” She looks out the window and stops in her tracks. She is captivated by whatever memory she is seeing now. I look at all my siblings, and they are slightly smiling at me, knowing what the window is doing. I sit in my spot, on the floor, and wait as she continues looking out that window.  Taylor, who is seated on the floor right next to the window, is watching Dahlia intently. Taylor looks at me, holds a finger to her eye and traces a line down her cheek to tell me that she is crying. I nod in understanding.

Apparently, our demon friends are telling the rest of our friends to ease up on the noise, because Dahlia’s magic is growing weaker with every thirty seconds, she looks out that window. Whatever she is seeing now is taking a really long time too. I hope it holds her attention for a while. I would love for her